Perhaps one fine day we will all sail away to a land where money don’t count.
And, perchance, we will live in a place we can give true meaning to what we amount to.
Would it be something new from what we usually do? Be driven by a new force?
Could we all just lay back and go with the craic! And all just be part of the course?

And what if we don’t buy all the things they supply in such disposable amounts?
Turn our backs on the ways false history sings songs we know nothing about.
Cos we all need commerce like we all need a hearse; It’ll be the death of us all in the end.
Let’s just share what we’ve got and not lose the plot. I’m sure we can still all be friends.

“And we may, one fine day
Yes we may, one fine day!”

I might be quite naïve, but I still believe there’s a chord that runs through us all.
From the most insecure to the big corporate whore, from the rich right up the poor.
So offer a hand, and join land to land in a chain of subtle defiance.
Let’s just beat the new lords, and plough our new course, and shake off this dreary compliance.

In a chain of subtle defiance, shake off this dreary compliance.
A chain of subtle defiance.
Yes we may, one fine day.